Hillbilly Gothic

When I first saw Heather Jackson on the dock at Lake St Francois Xavier, I said to myself out loud after four Gin and Tonics : “who the hell is that!” Her first words to me were, “don’t touch me.” Then she pushed me into the lake. Then came the Blueberry Miracle where we decided to start a religion based on picking and eating blueberries, as well as selective starvation of blueberries by leaving bags of them in the freezer for winter enlightenment. But right now were into Quebec plums, plum crisp…..ummm